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Vapor – 31 Days of Truth {Day 3}

Yuck. I just want to check today off as another bad day. Barely making it through work I came home and went straight to bed. My body was fighting again. Every fiber and cell at war with the virus they’ve not been able to kill. Weakness followed nausea as they roll over me in waves. In my definition a bad day.

Trying not to dwell on how I was feeling, I remember a quote my Dad shared with me last night. At the time I thought ‘wow that’s good’ and promptly forgot it. As the Spirit brought it back to mind, the truth perspective I prayed for yesterday occurred.

There are no bad days; there are no good days. There are only days of grace.

Truth flooded my mind overtaking the waves of weakness. Today was not a bad day. It was day I got to cling to grace. To experience totally reliance on the Lord for peace of mind, yea even for sanity. ‘Blessed are the poor in spirit – for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.’ The days I am poor in spirit, humbled before Him because I simply cannot physically; forces me to have a humble spirit. And with that comes more grace than I can need. It overflows. He is in control of all of this.

The peace that comes with knowing that He knows – trusting His goodness and mercy – that is grace!

And on the good days – the days that I define as good -I don’t take them for granted anymore. Every day I “can” do things without effort, I see them for how precious they are. Thankfulness abounds.

This week one of the ladies I disciple reminded me of something I had asked her out of James 4, and she in turn asked me the same question.

Katie – What is your life? If it is but a vapor, how does that change this?

It makes this temporary. It clarifies what is eternal and what is not. My life as a vapor, here today and gone tomorrow. Each day is not good or bad, but a day to experience one of the aspects of grace. Be it thanksgiving, or poverty, in the end we only live each day because of Him and His grace. He holds our vapor. Days of desperate reliance when shrouded in grace, become places of rest and peace.<—- Tweet this.